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Turbulences soon coming up in bigger version… & opening of new online shop at Saatchi Art


Turbulences

Proudly presenting…
Turbulences. 30/30cm 3.1/2 cm deep.
Forces of nature always fascinated me, tornadoes are one of them.
A demonstration of raw power par excellence.
Having said that I’d rather stick to my canvas than approaching one of them.

Please scroll down for close ups…
Notice the movement & metallic colors used to convey the electrifying energy emanating from
a stormy atmosphere.
Extra strong gel medium was used to produce the relief.

Having had a good feedback on this small version, my next project will be a much bigger one…

Thank you all so much for your continual support.
Your visits, likes & comments are most valuable to me!

I want to take this opportunity to announce the opening of my new online shop on Saatchi Art (I encountered too many technical difficulties on Etsy when they lately changed their rules)
Will keep you updated as soon as I have the time to feed my account with photos of my painting collections.

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Is it only up to us?


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©copyright2014owpp

We are constantly being told that suffering is an essential component to self-growth, I beg to differ. I’d rather see suffering as optional.
Bingeing which used to be a source of grief, uncertainty & tremendous despair is today, to my latest discovery, part of a project, the germination of… a bit like a disheveled, disconnected & chaotic building-site that takes a turn for the better three quarters of the way, revealing the beauty of careful planning, the scrutiny of detail, the hard earned result of love… perfection & poetry in curves & colors.
Even though I’d rather sail on a pink cloud throughout I envision my “phase” as part of a scheme… a fraction of the perfection about to be.
What we can be sure about is that challenges are transitory & if we realize it is to take us to where the sun shines we might worry less on the way.
Trying to understand the bigger picture has loosened the knots & brought peace when least expected.
Bryant H. McGill says, “Abundance is a process of letting go. That which is empty can receive”.
Letting go of my food for me is the answer to inviting after many years of struggle, abundance & quality in my life.
The question is, when/will it happen & is it only up to me?
That remains to be seen…

Proefkonijnen, Dutch guys giving birth. English subs!


For the first time since the creation of this blog I’m posting this video just for you to have a brilliantly good laugh!
I couldn’t stop myself throughout… I don’t think anything else needs to be said 😉

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Published on 19 Jan 2013
In a Dutch TV show, 2 men are getting a child birth experience.

English subs.
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Comedy
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Teachers TV- The Montessori Method


Having had such a warm response concerning my post broaching the subject of main stream education versus home-schooling in https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2013/12/15/no-school-for-my-kids-radical-unschooling-methods/ and being introduced to the Montessori Method by http://friendlyfairytales.com/ I thought you might enjoy this video which goes from its origins to today which is very informative for the ones who are still new to it as I.
Enjoy!

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Published on Dec 5, 2012
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An examination of the Montessori method of teaching.
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The ones we never knew & the creation to where it all begins


the bliss of moments ©copyright2013owpp

the bliss of moments
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Many years ago, I heard on the radio horrific news which left a scar in my memory never to be erased.

As always my only way out was to pick up my pen and let the pages soak the muddle of emotions and tears running havoc in my mind with no escape… they jumped out like cooped up horses after a long freezing winter and found in the spaces and margins some sort of quietude which I am going to share with you today.

May we live in a world where we unite our energies to build our dreams.

Horror & waste, sorrow & grief of
Calcinated lives, burned felicity.
Committing the irreparable with
No second thought…

Anguish at no time erased nor shafted.
A rock erodes ne’er intense souvenir
Of a family, an entity, a world..

There is no deterioration to the shared
Recollection of the close yet distant.
The smile, the tender caress of words.
Innocence of life just begun.
__ __ __ __ __ __

Incomprehensible recklessness,
Consequences of actions & pain
Henceforth as a shadow till no day ends.

Those souls where lullabies, cuddles &
Mummy were pursued to the furnace…
Promising future… educating her jewels
Oblivious to the unfathomable turn of fate

Embracing her angels, frozen in the eternal
Love-position. Boundless uncalculated
Generosity engraved in our memories forever
__ __ __ __ __

Coming away empty yet plethoric with this
Paragon of virtue…mundane words to describe
What rhymes with nothing. Madness to which we
Succumb to construe the baseness, depravity

To destroy.We lost those we never knew. It
Could be he, me or you…helpless yet praying
For lucidity & humanity to tip the scale.

Appreciating & discerning the bliss of moments
Palpating, investing in the forces of courage
The powers of soundness by edifying the
Element of our fount & demonstrating affection

And respect toward where it all begins… (1)
The ones we love most…

Our family.

(1) The creation of a better world

The dignity that was always yours (La dignité qui t’appartenait depuis toujours)


sunshine after rain  ©copyright2013owpp

sunshine after rain
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Cities & suburbs are built then left abandoned… Humans too sometimes.
The similarities struck me as I was writing this poem & inspired me to
mingle those two for you to figure out which is what…

Neglected by your electors
Dragged in the mud, in tears
By your closest, humiliated
And robbed of all dignity,
Alone you cry…

Hitherto unaware that darkness
Puts reality into perspective
And shadows determines angles,
Shapes and colors. Hence, your
Equilibrium and composure rarely
Found in those still oblivious
To the gift of refinement…
Today, as you filter a past
Never chosen you apprehend

Darkness as the bright star
Aglow in the murkiest allowing
Objectivity & awarding yourself
With the dignity that was
always yours…

——–

Délaisser par tes élécteurs
Traîner dans la boue, en larmes
Par tes proches, humilier et
Dépouiller de toute dignité
Seule tu pleures…

Jusqu’alors ignorant que
L’obscurité met la réalité
En perspective et que l’ombre
Détermine les angles, formes
Et couleurs. D’où ton équilibre
Et sang froid rarement trouver
Dans ceux encore inconscient
Du don de raffinement…
Alors que tu filtres aujourd’hui
Un passé jamais choisi tu
Appréhendes les ténèbres
Comme la brilliante étoile

Embrasée dans ce qui est de
Plus trouble permettant une
Objectivité et te décernant
La dignité qui était
Toujours tienne…

Through the seasons of life


crunching under the burden... ©copyright2013owpp

crunching under the burden…
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Leaving early in the morn
Your heart heavy yet light
With hope…

You travel the void of
Subways and commuters,
Walk through dead leaves
Crunching under the burden
Imposed…

Greeted by a lambent
Welcome, a twinkle thick
With enthusiasm you whisper
a small prayer for the tiny
Warm hand

Fitting trustingly yours,
Unaware of the odyssey in
Its genesis unconcerned
About the accessories…
A prerequisite

For endurance as he walks
through the seasons of life
The arteries…

Of his universe